I am actually not much of a city girl. Every
time our family ventures into Dallas, Fort Worth, or Houston, TX, I am reminded
of that fact. J
The whole time we are fighting traffic, I can’t stop saying “I could NEVER deal
with this every day. I love our tiny town of 3,800 people. I HATE traffic!”
But if I had to pick a favorite, despite the
fact that I was neither born nor technically “raised” there, I would have to
say Midland, Michigan. It’s actually the largest town I’ve ever lived in, but
it retained a small town feel. Having moved around a fair amount during my
childhood, I “picked” Midland as my “hometown.” So far, our time in Midland
holds the record for how long we’ve lived in one place (7 years.) I think it
feels most like home because I spent some of my most formative years living there
(ages 3 ½ to almost 11.)
When I look at who I am today—what I’m
passionate about, involved in, who my closest friends are, etc.—most all of
them began in Midland. Even though we haven’t lived in Midland for 7 years now,
there are still things about it that I miss. I often think about the
tridge, the awesome farmer’s
market, the downtown area, our church, the homeschool group and
friends, park
days, our little house in the woods, eating McDonalds while watching the planes
take off at the little airport, and more. Midland will always hold a special
place in my heart!
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